[ There's a different kind of intensity when he comes, though at first he can't tell why. It's not until Finn actively pulls his thoughts away from his mind that he realizes where that uniquely intense feeling was coming from.
His body more or less slumps across the mattress, soft and limp and lazy. He's heaving for breath, a hand resting over his own forehead, letting out a soft, airy laugh as he feels Finn kiss his way up his body, making every little patch of skin tickle all the more. ]
Mm... that was amazing, [ He murmurs softly, his head tilting to return the kiss that Finn plants on his lips. ]
[ Finn's smile is bright, wide, and not a little smug. He always enjoyed making James feel good. ]
I'm here to please.
[ Literally, just about. He takes the time to steal a few more kisses, keeping his interested bottom half out of the way so James isn't reminded and thinks he has to do something about it. Finn just wants him to bask, honestly. ]
You know, that's sort of how our first time went. Or my first time with you, I guess.
[ Because it's their first all over again, isn't it? Poetry. ]
[ He can't help a soft, airy laugh as he says it. Oh, he has a feeling Finn's going to be doing a lot of pleasing in the future, particularly where Jim's involved. Absolutely no complaints there, that's for sure.
His hands first trail along Finn's nape, down to his shoulder blades, then the touch goes over his shoulders so his palms start mapping a path down his chest and stomach. ]
Yeah? [ He chuckles, biting on his lower lip as fingers trace ever so lightly down the length of Finn's cock. ] And what did we do next?
[ Finn hisses in a breath, his eyes fluttering closed. He at least manages to check himself from thrusting into the touch but he does shift to get a little closer.
His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as his eyes open again, his gaze more heated if not still quite amused this time. ]
Well... you said you liked it rough. So I fucked you rough.
[ He dips forward for a gentle, almost chaste kiss. The whole thing probably could have been rougher but they hadn't known each other back then. Half still doesn't, he figures, but the touch is a bit too distracting to figure out much right now.
But he does smile and huff a laugh. ]
Then we had sex again in the morning. Then we had sex again in the shower. [ He dips down for another kiss, still smiling. ]
[ Jim lets out a soft hum, lips curling into a smile, nodding slowly as his fingers trace over Finn's length, exploring curiously. They did have sex back at that hot spring, but Finn looked vastly different then, so this is like getting to know one another all over again. ]
Mm, sounds like we had a lot of fun...
[ He doesn't sound particularly upset about that. If anything it sounds very promising. ]
We already did fuck rough, though. Maybe we can do it slower now... Do you want to fuck me or would you rather I fuck you?
[ They did fuck rough and it was fantastic. It wasn't until after the whole ordeal that Finn decided he was really worried about the situation, but things turned out fine, thank goodness.
Now, though, his knee jerk instinct is to be worried again. Going slower means putting more focus on the feelings going on and they aren't really- Except, he reminds himself, they are. They're together. They're a real thing now. And he decides that's exactly what he needs.
He kisses him deeply but doesn't stay for long before pulling away. ] Fuck me. [ It's not something they did often enough, in Finn's opinion.
He rolls on to his back, pulling James along to get him as on top of him as he can. ]
[ Jim smiles. Finn knows him, better than Jim even realizes it, so surely he knows all too well how flexible Jim is. If anything the realization that Finn's just as eager to switch things up delights him to no end. ]
Anything you want, baby.
[ Kissing him again, his legs lock against Finn's sides, a firm grip as he guides Finn onto his back, letting out a soft huff as he straddles his lap for a moment. Soon he's climbing off of him so he can find a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and a moment later he's crawling back onto the middle of the mattress, though this time he settles himself between Finn's legs, coaxing him to part them wider. ]
[ Finn never fails to feel vulnerable when he does this but that's part of the whole thing. Maybe it's weird (it'd be weird to the version of himself a little over a year ago, at least), but he likes feeling vulnerable with James. He loves putting his trust in him and getting nothing but positive feedback again and again. It's just lucky that he still has this at all.
He easily does as silently told, spreading his legs and wiggling himself to get adjusted better. For the most part, he keeps his hands to himself and just watches James through half-lidded eyes and a tiny smile. ]
[ Sitting back on his heels, Jim looks down at Finn, a smile slowly spreading across his lips at the lovely view he gets from him. He pets along Finn's thigh with one hand, fingers squeezing the flesh for a moment, just barely teasing his cock before he's forced to pull away, at least for the time being.
He does need both hands to be able to squeeze some lube out onto his fingers after all, and with that done he can finally slip two fingertips along Finn's cleft, rubbing and teasing over his opening. Lube set aside for the time being, his free hand goes to Finn's erection, curling around the girth and giving it a slow squeeze and pump, thumb pressing just beneath the crown. ]
[ Finn gasps and shifts beneath Jim. Or maybe writhes is a better word. He arches his back and moves his hips, trying to give James more room to do whatever he likes. Again, that air of vulnerability sinks in but, again, there's something thrilling and loving about it.
He moans and bucks his hips when a hand meets his cock. ] Fuck, James... [ His head falls back, Finn trying to make his hips stay still for a moment, but it's difficult. His eyes open, forgetting he closed them in the first place, and he watches James through half-lidded eyes.
It's hard to watch and stay even a little still at the same time. ]
[ Feeling that slight tension, Jim goes slowly, fingers pausing where they are when Finn bucks his hips up into his hand, which squeezes tighter and pumps Finn's cock in response. ]
Easy, now, [ He murmurs, trying to coax Finn to calm down a little, relax on the bed. Once he does, or at least stops moving so eagerly, he finally pushes one finger past the tight rim of his entrance, carefully working the single digit in and out of him in a few thrusts, while his other hand keeps pumping his cock, slow and steady and firm.
As soon as he's sure Finn's enjoying it, and he can feel his body relax, he adds a second finger, just as careful in the way he thrusts them in deep. ]
[ He does stop writhing around, at least, breathing deeply and watching every move James makes. He's started moaning awhile ago, too, but only just realized it in the last minute or so.
Finn has one hand wrapped around Jim's forearm, the one pumping his cock, just hanging on and needing to touch. ]
James... Fuck- Please...
[ It's not full on begging yet, really, the words slow and murmured. Like he doesn't even know what he's saying really. Just talking to encourage and compliment and praise. ] You feel so good.
[ That little set of murmured words is met with a soft chuckle from Jim, deep and warm and absolutely endeared. Maybe a little amused, too. ]
Don't tell me you're already that impatient. I'm sure you can hold off a little longer, can't you?
[ He winks down at Finn, teasing and playful, even as his fingers keep pushing in deeper, spreading wide to stretch Finn more easily, prepare him for more. And as Jim is already hard again, it's easy enough to see that he's indeed more than just two fingers, and he doesn't want to hurt Finn in his eagerness to take. He wants to make him feel good. ]
So do you, baby... you look gorgeous, too. Mm... love the way you moan for me, [ He murmurs, leaning down to suck and nibble at one of Finn's nipples, his hips moving closer in the process and his erection pressing against the back of Finn's thigh. ]
[ The teasing makes him grin and bite his bottom lip. Yeah, he can wait. He can wait an eternity for James but no one can blame him for being a little impatient. Though, his eyes soon flutter shut for a brief second as James continues to move within him.
He moans again as Jim bends over him, only partly because of what he says. Feeling James' cock against, feeling the physical proof of how much he wants him, is enough to make him writhe a little again. He wants it, too. It feels like it's been years since James has taken him, especially now. ]
[ His fingers keep working steadily, going as deep and spreading as wide as he can manage. He ends up adding a third, just for good measure, shuddering as he sucks and nibbles at one of Finn's nipples.
With his free hand, he blindly pats around until he finds the lube, then he hands it to Finn. ]
[ Oh, there's a thing in his hand. Oh, he's expected to have coordination right now.
Finn makes some sort squeaking sound that could be a whine if it lasted longer. As it is, he only arches a little and gasps from Jim's mouth on him, idly wondering how he's going to do this.
Well, the sooner he does it-... With one hand and probably a touch of the Force or something, Finn pops the cap open again with one hand and gathers some lube in his palm. Capping it back and pushing it aside, he's quick to find James' cock and begin stroking him. Slow, firm, long, squeezing a little at the head- Clearly not worried about preparation while he does this but Jim'll be prepared anyway.
Meanwhile, his other hand has found James' hair while he moans and tries to keep his hips from wiggling around for more. ]
Feel so good.
[ He's said that already. He'll be saying that a lot. ]
[ Jim offers an apologetic look. For what it's worth, it won't take much effort to get him prepped, and Jim does what he can to help Finn along faster and with as little hiccups as possible. He shudders and tenses when Finn's hand wraps around his cock though, each stroke a little too tight, a little too eager, nearly enough to push him over the edge if it weren't for the fact that he's determined to do things proper and take Finn. ]
Fuck... yeah. Yeah, so do you, baby. You've gotta— hah, you gotta stop. Gonna make me come.
[ He wraps a hand around Finn's wrist, nudging just gently, while his fingers keep pushing, thrusting, spreading them as wide as he can. If Finn's impatient, then what can be said about how Jim feels right now? With a groan, he's shifting them again, free hand moving to grip at the back of Finn's knee and hoist his hips up just so, then he moves his own hips to align himself, letting his fingers slip out so he can take hold of his erection and guide the tip against the opening. ]
[ Though he didn't mean for his touch to have such an effect (not that much, at least), Finn still manages a smug grin while his hand is pulled away. It fades soon, though, when James begins to press against him.
He makes no sound aside from a quiet gasp, his now free hand finding James' shoulder as if he could pull him closer but not actually doing so. His legs wrap around him, too, anticipation killing him even when he's trying to keep himself relaxed. It's hard to not think about the last time James took him, but that was a different time in a different place... Somehow, that makes this even better. To have this again... He bites his lip and forces his mind to turn off.
Besides, if his brain isn't waxing poetic about them, then it's only thinking about how James feels pushing into him right now, inch by inch. His hands grasp at him, back arching just a little while he tries to keep himself still. And even though he wants to just to focus on how this feels, his eyes stay open so as not to miss a second of James right now. ]
[ Jim actually manages a brief roll of his eyes at Finn when he looks all smug like that. Not that it lasts long, and Jim does feel kind of smug himself that he manages to wipe that grin off his face with just the first push and roll of his hips.
He takes things slow at first. He barely moves, even, simply focusing on sliding into him, working in faint little rolls of his hips, thrusts that each time have him pushing in another half inch deeper, until he's finally sheathed to the hilt. He pauses for a moment then, just feeling the way Finn spasms around him, and letting out a pleased groan at how tight he is. ]
Good?
[ He asks, but hardly needs the answer, and before Finn says anything he's already moving, working his hips in slow rolls, not quite going for a hard pace right away. He'll get there soon enough, but he wants to build up to it, and he loves the way Finn holds onto him like this, his own hand gripping Finn's hip firmly while he keeps up a soft, steady pace, tipping his head up to kiss him. ]
[ Finn doesn't entirely feel like he has to answer. Or, rather, doesn't feel like he has an answer or even a word to give right now. Not much except another moan, but then he's kissed and the idea of answering is all but gone, the moan turning into something more of a desperate whine.
He clutches at James, pulling them flush against each other as if he could somehow get any closer. Even his kisses are a little uncontrolled since he's also in need of air badly right now. Finding the idea of just stopping absolutely unthinkable, he just pants into it for a second, nothing but lips and teeth, before he's back to a deep kiss again.
The pace is driving him crazy, too. Finn wants more but also this is perfect. His heart may burst out of his chest before long, at this rate. ]
[ Kissing turns out to be slightly overwhelming. He's not quite as breathless as Finn but he gets there quickly with how eagerly Finn kisses him, how much the contact deepens, the feeling of their bodies connecting so intensely making his head spin all the more.
He's panting heavily for breath himself when Finn pulls away, eyes wide and gaze warm, and he nuzzles against Finn's nose for a moment before diving in for yet another kiss, a muffled moan spilling between them. His hands grip Finn tighter, pull him closer, fingertips digging into warm flesh as he rolls his hips, again and again, loving the steady build of their pace, wanting to feel it all before picking up speed. ]
[ Finn kind of just wants to throw his head back and moan for a solid minute, but he instead fights his way through stuttered breaths so he can keep his eyes on James. As if this couldn't get more intense, just locking eyes for that brief moment before coming together for another kiss has his heart wanting to stop.
His own arms hold James tighter, too, trying to meld them as close together as possible. Then, finally, the pace begins to build. Again, Finn has mixed feelings. He needs more but he also wants this to last forever. But a steady stream of Jim's name and a few 'yes, yes' leave his mouth when they aren't kissing, so he must be on board with it. ]
[ It's ridiculous how cute Finn looks to him right now. Well, hot and absolutely delicious too, but the way he struggles to keep eye contact, the little string of 'yes' when they break away from kissing, it's enough to nearly make him melt.
He manages a chuckle, a soft, brief sound at some point, then kisses Finn again, his hips bucking a little harder, testing how much Finn can take. He's guessing a lot, but he doesn't want to start moving too fast before he's ready for it, and he's still fairly tight around him, offering some resistance when he pushes all the way in and buries his cock inside. ]
[ Finn does arch on a particularly hard thrust, but all it makes him do is moan and lift his legs higher up James' torso. Stopping isn't an option, not in his mind, and slowing down might actually be worse.
Maybe he should want something slow and sweet right now, but his emotions are tumbling around like anything but. He needs this. That stint as a mermaid hardly even felt like it counted, like this.
And that laugh. Finn's own lips twitch into an almost-smile, but he's arching and moaning again, as if caught off guard every time James drives into him again. Stars, it feels like nothing's changed at all. ]
Yes, please, James-- [ Looks like another word entered his vocabulary. ]
[ For what it's worth, neither slowing down nor stopping are options Jim's even vaguely considering right now. He just doesn't want to go too fast too suddenly and somehow hurt Finn.
With a few thrusts, though, it becomes clear that Finn can handle this just fine, so he picks his pace just a little more, holding Finn tightly to him, hot breaths and pants spilled against warm, dark skin as he buries his face into the curve of Finn's neck. ]
Got you, baby, [ He murmurs, kissing idly. One of his hands reaches between them, and he starts stroking Finn, fast and eager, matching the pace of his hips. ]
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His body more or less slumps across the mattress, soft and limp and lazy. He's heaving for breath, a hand resting over his own forehead, letting out a soft, airy laugh as he feels Finn kiss his way up his body, making every little patch of skin tickle all the more. ]
Mm... that was amazing, [ He murmurs softly, his head tilting to return the kiss that Finn plants on his lips. ]
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I'm here to please.
[ Literally, just about. He takes the time to steal a few more kisses, keeping his interested bottom half out of the way so James isn't reminded and thinks he has to do something about it. Finn just wants him to bask, honestly. ]
You know, that's sort of how our first time went. Or my first time with you, I guess.
[ Because it's their first all over again, isn't it? Poetry. ]
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[ He can't help a soft, airy laugh as he says it. Oh, he has a feeling Finn's going to be doing a lot of pleasing in the future, particularly where Jim's involved. Absolutely no complaints there, that's for sure.
His hands first trail along Finn's nape, down to his shoulder blades, then the touch goes over his shoulders so his palms start mapping a path down his chest and stomach. ]
Yeah? [ He chuckles, biting on his lower lip as fingers trace ever so lightly down the length of Finn's cock. ] And what did we do next?
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His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as his eyes open again, his gaze more heated if not still quite amused this time. ]
Well... you said you liked it rough. So I fucked you rough.
[ He dips forward for a gentle, almost chaste kiss. The whole thing probably could have been rougher but they hadn't known each other back then. Half still doesn't, he figures, but the touch is a bit too distracting to figure out much right now.
But he does smile and huff a laugh. ]
Then we had sex again in the morning. Then we had sex again in the shower. [ He dips down for another kiss, still smiling. ]
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Mm, sounds like we had a lot of fun...
[ He doesn't sound particularly upset about that. If anything it sounds very promising. ]
We already did fuck rough, though. Maybe we can do it slower now... Do you want to fuck me or would you rather I fuck you?
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Now, though, his knee jerk instinct is to be worried again. Going slower means putting more focus on the feelings going on and they aren't really- Except, he reminds himself, they are. They're together. They're a real thing now. And he decides that's exactly what he needs.
He kisses him deeply but doesn't stay for long before pulling away. ] Fuck me. [ It's not something they did often enough, in Finn's opinion.
He rolls on to his back, pulling James along to get him as on top of him as he can. ]
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Anything you want, baby.
[ Kissing him again, his legs lock against Finn's sides, a firm grip as he guides Finn onto his back, letting out a soft huff as he straddles his lap for a moment. Soon he's climbing off of him so he can find a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and a moment later he's crawling back onto the middle of the mattress, though this time he settles himself between Finn's legs, coaxing him to part them wider. ]
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He easily does as silently told, spreading his legs and wiggling himself to get adjusted better. For the most part, he keeps his hands to himself and just watches James through half-lidded eyes and a tiny smile. ]
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He does need both hands to be able to squeeze some lube out onto his fingers after all, and with that done he can finally slip two fingertips along Finn's cleft, rubbing and teasing over his opening. Lube set aside for the time being, his free hand goes to Finn's erection, curling around the girth and giving it a slow squeeze and pump, thumb pressing just beneath the crown. ]
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He moans and bucks his hips when a hand meets his cock. ] Fuck, James... [ His head falls back, Finn trying to make his hips stay still for a moment, but it's difficult. His eyes open, forgetting he closed them in the first place, and he watches James through half-lidded eyes.
It's hard to watch and stay even a little still at the same time. ]
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Easy, now, [ He murmurs, trying to coax Finn to calm down a little, relax on the bed. Once he does, or at least stops moving so eagerly, he finally pushes one finger past the tight rim of his entrance, carefully working the single digit in and out of him in a few thrusts, while his other hand keeps pumping his cock, slow and steady and firm.
As soon as he's sure Finn's enjoying it, and he can feel his body relax, he adds a second finger, just as careful in the way he thrusts them in deep. ]
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Finn has one hand wrapped around Jim's forearm, the one pumping his cock, just hanging on and needing to touch. ]
James... Fuck- Please...
[ It's not full on begging yet, really, the words slow and murmured. Like he doesn't even know what he's saying really. Just talking to encourage and compliment and praise. ] You feel so good.
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Don't tell me you're already that impatient. I'm sure you can hold off a little longer, can't you?
[ He winks down at Finn, teasing and playful, even as his fingers keep pushing in deeper, spreading wide to stretch Finn more easily, prepare him for more. And as Jim is already hard again, it's easy enough to see that he's indeed more than just two fingers, and he doesn't want to hurt Finn in his eagerness to take. He wants to make him feel good. ]
So do you, baby... you look gorgeous, too. Mm... love the way you moan for me, [ He murmurs, leaning down to suck and nibble at one of Finn's nipples, his hips moving closer in the process and his erection pressing against the back of Finn's thigh. ]
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He moans again as Jim bends over him, only partly because of what he says. Feeling James' cock against, feeling the physical proof of how much he wants him, is enough to make him writhe a little again. He wants it, too. It feels like it's been years since James has taken him, especially now. ]
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With his free hand, he blindly pats around until he finds the lube, then he hands it to Finn. ]
Here— do me. Get me ready, baby, come on...
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Finn makes some sort squeaking sound that could be a whine if it lasted longer. As it is, he only arches a little and gasps from Jim's mouth on him, idly wondering how he's going to do this.
Well, the sooner he does it-... With one hand and probably a touch of the Force or something, Finn pops the cap open again with one hand and gathers some lube in his palm. Capping it back and pushing it aside, he's quick to find James' cock and begin stroking him. Slow, firm, long, squeezing a little at the head- Clearly not worried about preparation while he does this but Jim'll be prepared anyway.
Meanwhile, his other hand has found James' hair while he moans and tries to keep his hips from wiggling around for more. ]
Feel so good.
[ He's said that already. He'll be saying that a lot. ]
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Fuck... yeah. Yeah, so do you, baby. You've gotta— hah, you gotta stop. Gonna make me come.
[ He wraps a hand around Finn's wrist, nudging just gently, while his fingers keep pushing, thrusting, spreading them as wide as he can. If Finn's impatient, then what can be said about how Jim feels right now? With a groan, he's shifting them again, free hand moving to grip at the back of Finn's knee and hoist his hips up just so, then he moves his own hips to align himself, letting his fingers slip out so he can take hold of his erection and guide the tip against the opening. ]
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He makes no sound aside from a quiet gasp, his now free hand finding James' shoulder as if he could pull him closer but not actually doing so. His legs wrap around him, too, anticipation killing him even when he's trying to keep himself relaxed. It's hard to not think about the last time James took him, but that was a different time in a different place... Somehow, that makes this even better. To have this again... He bites his lip and forces his mind to turn off.
Besides, if his brain isn't waxing poetic about them, then it's only thinking about how James feels pushing into him right now, inch by inch. His hands grasp at him, back arching just a little while he tries to keep himself still. And even though he wants to just to focus on how this feels, his eyes stay open so as not to miss a second of James right now. ]
Yes...
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He takes things slow at first. He barely moves, even, simply focusing on sliding into him, working in faint little rolls of his hips, thrusts that each time have him pushing in another half inch deeper, until he's finally sheathed to the hilt. He pauses for a moment then, just feeling the way Finn spasms around him, and letting out a pleased groan at how tight he is. ]
Good?
[ He asks, but hardly needs the answer, and before Finn says anything he's already moving, working his hips in slow rolls, not quite going for a hard pace right away. He'll get there soon enough, but he wants to build up to it, and he loves the way Finn holds onto him like this, his own hand gripping Finn's hip firmly while he keeps up a soft, steady pace, tipping his head up to kiss him. ]
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He clutches at James, pulling them flush against each other as if he could somehow get any closer. Even his kisses are a little uncontrolled since he's also in need of air badly right now. Finding the idea of just stopping absolutely unthinkable, he just pants into it for a second, nothing but lips and teeth, before he's back to a deep kiss again.
The pace is driving him crazy, too. Finn wants more but also this is perfect. His heart may burst out of his chest before long, at this rate. ]
James--
[ So, yes, it's good. ]
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He's panting heavily for breath himself when Finn pulls away, eyes wide and gaze warm, and he nuzzles against Finn's nose for a moment before diving in for yet another kiss, a muffled moan spilling between them. His hands grip Finn tighter, pull him closer, fingertips digging into warm flesh as he rolls his hips, again and again, loving the steady build of their pace, wanting to feel it all before picking up speed. ]
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His own arms hold James tighter, too, trying to meld them as close together as possible. Then, finally, the pace begins to build. Again, Finn has mixed feelings. He needs more but he also wants this to last forever. But a steady stream of Jim's name and a few 'yes, yes' leave his mouth when they aren't kissing, so he must be on board with it. ]
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He manages a chuckle, a soft, brief sound at some point, then kisses Finn again, his hips bucking a little harder, testing how much Finn can take. He's guessing a lot, but he doesn't want to start moving too fast before he's ready for it, and he's still fairly tight around him, offering some resistance when he pushes all the way in and buries his cock inside. ]
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Maybe he should want something slow and sweet right now, but his emotions are tumbling around like anything but. He needs this. That stint as a mermaid hardly even felt like it counted, like this.
And that laugh. Finn's own lips twitch into an almost-smile, but he's arching and moaning again, as if caught off guard every time James drives into him again. Stars, it feels like nothing's changed at all. ]
Yes, please, James-- [ Looks like another word entered his vocabulary. ]
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With a few thrusts, though, it becomes clear that Finn can handle this just fine, so he picks his pace just a little more, holding Finn tightly to him, hot breaths and pants spilled against warm, dark skin as he buries his face into the curve of Finn's neck. ]
Got you, baby, [ He murmurs, kissing idly. One of his hands reaches between them, and he starts stroking Finn, fast and eager, matching the pace of his hips. ]
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